Since I was a kid a was part of it
breaking all the rules and living life careless
rebels on the run, yeah we were reckless

we had six strings and a life right ahead of us
no rules no one there to stop us
rebels on the run, you know we were reckless


dreams they come and dreams they go
now you see them now you don't

but I can't let go...

Where are all the heroes?

Where do all the stories go?
Are they waking up with regret?
Or have they held their own?

Where are all the ones who believe that living is a privilege?
Is it a four chord story or a five minute fairytale?


Now that I've grown up part of it
Broke every rule that was written
I'm still on the run and yeah I'm still reckless

we had our songs and the road right ahead of us
no cares and no one to stop us
brothers on the run, forever reckless